...the possibilities and decide that you probably didn't drink any of the punch. Furthermore, you decide you won't be pushed around like this. You run back. The
boy is still writhing on the ground. His natural body hair is sprouting and thickening at an abnormal rate. His feet and hands are growing wider and longer. His
toenails are blackening and his face his becoming more feral. "H-help me!" he screams, as his shorts burst into pieces and a tail comes out.You panic.
In all the havoc you inexplicably pick up the punch bowl and dump it on the boy, then whirl around to confront the glaring man in the porkpie hat.
You speak. "What the hell are you up to? I want answers, now, or else.."
"Else what?" he sneers.
"Or else I take out the cell phone in my pocket and call the cops."
He blanches.
"All right, all right," he says, and snaps his fingers. The crowd of teenagers fall asleep. "My name is Finn. I am a doctor. I am also a practioner of the black arts."
"What?"
"I am a warlock. 18 years ago I was summoned to this area by a group of its wealthiest residents. A year before an underground radiation leak blanketed the area.
The result was total impotence. These wealthy homeowners wanted children ,and had somehow heard of me. I told them what I could do. For a price I use my
magic to make each wanting couple fertile. But they wanted more. Now they wanted their children to be as intelligent and good-looking as possible. I refused to go
this distance, but was tortured until I relented. I told them that to make perfect children I would to create them in my lab. Because there I could set up insurance."
"Insurance?"
"I spliced each embryo's genetic material with wolf DNA. the DNA of aggressive, savage wolves. It would remain latent forever in the human...Unless I used my
magic....and a large vat of chemicals..such as in the punch...When I had ensured that each couple had a bouncing baby, I demanded my pavement. So they all
surrounded me, and the wealthiest landowner shot me through the chest and dumped my body. The bullet came within a centimeter of my heart. It's still there
today. So I made my escape and waited for 18 long years for those babies to ripen, for their parents to grow deeply attached to them. And then I planned my
revenge. I made sure all of the children attended this party. Then you showed up. But You will prove useful to me."
"What are you talking about?"
"You are going to the house of the wealthiest landowner to deliver a message--Either I am paid six hundred and sixty-six dollars
or I unleash the largest assemblage of werewolves on earth into their community. I shall smile with delight as they're ripped to pieces by their own bestial children."
"They won't believe me!"
"They will when I give you this magic leash and take with you to the house and the owner sees his son on the end of it."
He points to where the barefoot frisbee-player had fallen. You gasp. On the grass lies a huge sleeping creature in brown-grey fur. It nearly ten feet long, with
enormous clawed hands and feet (Or paws perhaps). Its face is crowned with an enormous muzzle and pointed hound ears. the only clue that it was once human
are the traces of a stylish haircut on the hair on top of the head.
You turn back. "I refuse."
He smiles. "You have no choice. Do as I say or you're next. When you dumped punch on young Mr. Maxwell it splattered all over you. Then you licked your lips a
little too much."
"It won't work! I don't have wolf DNA!"
"It just means you won't become a total werewolf. You'll be grotesquely in between.Let me give you a sampler. He points the wand and just as quickly removes it.
You feel a tingle and look down your shorts.
"Oh no" you say.